The book of the Experience

Elsa has a certain fatality for the men. It looks for them of a style that does not go anything to him. It knows it but it insists because it says that it cannot resist to it. Its destiny of disasters repeats and, in appearance, it seems that it likes to suffer because beforehand it knows that it will be the one who puts more, that loves more. To Elsa a red pilotito ignites to him when it sees appear to his masculine prototype. As of that moment always it loses the head. Whenever it tells me a new disaster I decide the song Andalusian to me whom she affirms: "Er book of esperensia/ him sirbe to the man and ná;/ does not have ar finá sentencia;/ and nobody yega ar finá".